Page 90 of Sweet Temptation

Wes laughed. “Probably. You’ve got to admit though, Wesobel has kind of a ring to it.”

I glared at him, and he held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, no couple name. But will you come to the game?”

“I don’t know. It seems like a lot of pressure to be Sawyer’s lucky charm…”

“I’m sure Cress would like you to see her dancing too,” Wes added.

I let out a breath, knowing there was no way I could say no now. If Wes wanted me at the game, he probably should have led with that argument. Cress had mentioned she’d like me to be there earlier today, and I was already feeling guilty about letting her down. I couldn’t avoid Noah’s games forever, so I was just going to have to suck it up and face the cold.

My shoulders slouched. “Okay, fine. You’ve twisted my arm. I’ll come.”

Surprise lit Wes’s eyes as though he hadn’t believed it would be that easy to convince me. “You will?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure I can handle disappointingbothSawyer and Cress.”

“And don’t forget me. I would have been disappointed if you weren’t there too.”

“Well, we couldn’t have that.”

I changed quickly and threw on the same outfit I’d worn to the last soccer game, but I added a sweater, jacket, gloves, beanie, and scarf to keep me warm. I looked like the Michelin Man, but I didn’t care. I just hoped it was enough to keep me warm. There was nothing worse than being stuck outside in the cold when you weren’t wearing enough.

We set off for the stadium, and the moment I was outside, I began to question my decision. It wasn’t just cold this evening; it was freezing. Not even the extra layers I’d put on seemed to be helping.

“It’s not even winter yet. How is it so cold?” I grumbled as the freezing wind cut through my sweater and lashed against my exposed cheeks. There was nothing I hated more than the cold.

Wes chuckled. “I’m surprised you can feel the cold at all given the way you’re bundled up.”

“I’m going to turn into an icicle,”

“You’d make a very adorable icicle.”

I rolled my eyes. “No one cares if they’re adorable or not once they’re frozen, Wesley.”

He kept smiling at me like my response only made me more adorable to him. I nudged him with my shoulder, hoping to distract him enough that he’d stop looking at me that way.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s walk faster so we can get out of the wind.”

When we reached the stadium, Anna waved us over to some seats she’d saved. “I can’t believe you came,” she said as I sat beside her. “Wes told me he was going to talk to you, but I didn’t think he’d actually be able to convince you. The weather’s foul.”

“I guess Wes can be pretty convincing when he wants to be.”

“It’s a skill,” he agreed with a proud smile. His blond hair was sticking out under the sides of his beanie, and his cheeks were pink from the icy wind. I had no idea how he managed to look so good despite the cold. It didn’t suit me nearly as much.

I kept sniffing because my nose was runny, and the cold had already permeated my jeans and was chilling my legs. I had expected my gloves to at least keep my hands warm, but my fingers were almost numb. I cupped my hands to my mouth and blew into them, hoping to thaw my fingers out a little, but it was useless.

“You look like you’re freezing,” Wes said. “Here.” He didn’t wait for me to respond before he wrapped his arm around me.

I turned rigid as he pulled me in close. I wasn’t sure if cuddling up to Wes at a soccer game was really a good idea, but the moment his warmth hit me, all hesitation disappeared. He was practically my own space heater, and I cuddled into him trying to get warmer still. I knew I should have been more cautious, in case this was giving him the wrong idea about us, but I was too cold to care.

The team came out onto the pitch, and I stiffened again slightly in Wes’s grasp as I waited to spot Noah. When I didn’t see him, I managed to relax. Cress had said he was sick, so maybe he wasn’t well enough to play today. I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

Wes laughed, and I followed his gaze to his brother who was blowing kisses into the crowd. Actually, he was sending them right at us. I scowled at him, but that only made Sawyer smile brighter.

“I think he’s happy his lucky charm is here,” Wes said.

“I hope he doesn’t actually believe that. I’m really not sure I can handle the pressure.”

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